like a forest fire - chaelisa (converted)

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"Ok..." Lisa says, before adding, "It's a date."

"It's a date," Rosé replies, voice a little raspy, unable to stop smiling.

"All right, see you on Saturday then."

Rosé smiles. "See you on Saturday. Good night."

She falls back onto her mattress as soon as Lisa hangs up. For a moment she just slowly breathes in and out. But then it's like her entire body catches fire and she realizes what is happening, what they actually agreed on. She can't help but squeal out, kicking her legs against the bed, as all the excitement and tension and endorphins start to rush through her.

Fucking hell - they're going on a date.

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"Tell me one more time what happened."

Rosé groans in frustration, standing in front of the mirror in the tiny bathroom of her apartment, dress still half unzipped and make up only partially done. "Jennie... please pay attention." She takes a shaky breath, trying to calm down her nerves. "I already told you - we had coffee and we talked and then she stayed afterwards to write and I had to work, but I was obviously kind of distracted because she's just... she's so interesting and passionate about so many different things and she's so attractive, like, I've never even - well, anyway, I just couldn't really pay attention to work and I just thought to myself, maybe I should just do it, you know? Fuck being cliché. So I wrote down my number on one of the coffee cups and-"

"YES!" Jennie yells out, pumping her fist up in the air, before calling back to the kitchen. "Wendy, get your ass over here, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"No way!" Wendy's voice comes from the kitchen.

Rosé frowns at Jennie. "Wait, what-"

A moment later, her other roommate appears next to Jennie.

"Damn it, Chaeng..." Wendy mumbles out in frustration. "Couldn't you keep it in your pants for just one week longer?" She pulls a five dollar note out of the back pocket of her jeans and hands it to Jennie with a frown. "You'll get the rest later. Way to go, Chaeng..."

Rosé turns around to look at her roommates. "What do you mean, what are you talking about?" Her eyes go wide. "You guys made a bet?"

Jennie smiles proudly. "Wendy's idea."

"Wendy!"

"What?" Wendy smiles innocently. "Come on, Chaeng, any time we said something even remotely related to your job, you started talking about this girl. Lisa this, Lisa that... and then all this nonsense about never writing your number down on someone's coffee cup - of course we made a bet." She rolls her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief. "I guess I just had a little bit more faith in your stubborn ass than Jennie."

Jennie laughs loudly. "Please... We all know that Chaeng is whipped as fuck."

"Guys!" Rosé exclaims, feeling herself flush scarlet right away.

Wendy grins at Jennie, ignoring Rosé's comment completely. "She totally is, isn't she? Like a smitten fifteen year old."

"Oh my God..." Rosé breathes out, turning back to the mirror. "I hate you. Both of you."

Jennie laughs. "Your words mean nothing to me, Park. Remember that one time you said you would never, ever, write your number down on a Starbucks cup? Look how that turned out-"

She only has about a second to back up when Rosé abruptly spins around and tries to throw a towel in her roommate's face.

"You're not helping!" Rosé exclaims, sounding a little desperate. "God - can you two please stop being idiots for ten minutes and help me get ready for tonight?" She turns back to the mirror, voice a little shaky as she adds, "I'm really nervous, ok?"